The Spirit of God, #2 - William W.
Phelps. Included in the
first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

The Spirit of God like a fire is burning, The latter-day glory begins
to come forth;
The visions and blessings of old are returning, And angels are coming
to visit the earth.
We'll sing and we'll shout with the armies of heaven, Hosanna, hosanna
to God and the Lamb!
Let glory to them in the highest be given, Henceforth and forever, Amen
and amen!

The Lord is extending the Saints' understanding, Restoring their judges
and all as at first.
The knowledge and power of God are expanding; The veil o'er the earth
is beginning to burst.
We'll sing and we'll shout with the armies of heaven, Hosanna, hosanna
to God and the Lamb!
Let glory to them in the highest be given, Henceforth and forever, Amen
and amen!

We'll call in our solemn assemblies in spirit, To spread forth the
kingdom of heaven abroad,
That we through our faith may begin to inherit The visions and blessings
and glories of God.
We'll sing and we'll shout with the armies of heaven, Hosanna, hosanna
to God and the Lamb!
Let glory to them in the highest be given, Henceforth and forever, Amen
and amen!

How blessed the day when the lamb and the lion Shall lie down together
without any ire,
And Ephraim be crowned with his blessings in Zion, As Jesus descends
with his chariot of fire!
We'll sing and we'll shout with the armies of heaven, Hosanna, hosanna
to God and the Lamb!
Let glory to them in the highest be given, Henceforth and forever, Amen
and amen!

Redeemer of Israel #6 - William W. Phelps, adapted from Joseph
Swain. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

Redeemer of Israel, Our only delight, On whom for a blessing we call,
Our shadow by day And our pillar by night, Our King, our Deliv'rer,
our all!

We know he is coming To gather his sheep And lead them to Zion
in love,
For why in the valley Of death should they weep Or in the lone wilderness
rove?

How long we have wandered As strangers in sin, And cried in the desert
for thee!
Our foes have rejoiced When our sorrows they've seen, But Israel will
shortly be free.

As children of Zion, Good tidings for us. The tokens already
appear.
Fear not, and be just, For the kingdom is ours. The hour of redemption
is near.

He looks! and ten thousands Of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for
his word;
He speaks! and eternity, Filled with his voice, Re-echoes the praise
of the Lord.

Now We'll Sing with One Accord, 25 - William W. Phelps.
Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

Now we'll sing with one accord, For a prophet of the Lord,
Bringing forth his precious word, Cheers the Saints as anciently.
When the world in darkness lay, Lo! he sought the better way,
And he heard the Savior say, "Go and prune my vineyard, son!"

And an angel surely then, For a blessing unto men,
Brought the priesthood back again In its ancient purity.
Even Joseph he inspired; Yea, his heart he truly fired
With the light that he desired For the work of righteousness.

And the Book of Mormon true, With its cov'nant ever new,
For the Gentile and the Jew, He translated sacredly.
God's commandments to mankind, For believing Saints designed,
And to bless the seeking mind, Came to him from Jesus Christ.

Precious are the years to come, While the righteous gather home
For the great millennium, When they'll rest in blessedness.
Prudent in this world of woes, They will triumph o'er their foes,
While the realm of Zion grows Purer for eternity.

Praise to the Man, 27 - William W. Phelps

Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah! Jesus anointed
that Prophet and Seer.
Blessed to open the last dispensation, Kings shall extol him, and nations
revere.
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven! Traitors and tyrants now fight
him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren; Death cannot conquer
the hero again.

Praise to his mem'ry, he died as a martyr; Honored and blest be his
ever great name!
Long shall his blood, which was shed by assassins, Plead unto heav'n
while the earth lauds his fame.
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven! Traitors and tyrants
now fight him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren; Death cannot conquer
the hero again.

Great is his glory and endless his priesthood. Ever and ever
the keys he will hold.
Faithful and true, he will enter his kingdom, Crowned in the midst of
the prophets of old.
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven! Traitors and tyrants now fight
him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren; Death cannot conquer
the hero again.

Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven; Earth must atone for
the blood of that man.
Wake up the world for the conflict of justice. Millions shall know "Brother
Joseph" again.
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven! Traitors and tyrants now fight
him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren; Death cannot conquer
the hero again.

We're Not Ashamed to Own Our Lord, 57 - William W. Phelps. Included
in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

We're not ashamed to own our Lord And worship him on earth.
We love to learn his holy word And know what souls are worth.

When Jesus comes in burning flame To recompense the just,
The world will know the only name In which the Saints can trust.

When he comes down from heav'n to earth With all his holy band,
Before creation's second birth, We hope with him to stand.

He then will give us a new name, With robes of righteousness,
And, in the New Jerusalem, Eternal happiness.

O God, the Eternal Father, 175 - William W. Phelps. Included
in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

O God, th' Eternal Father, who dwells amid the sky,
In Jesus' name we ask thee To bless and sanctify,
If we are pure before thee, This bread and cup of wine,
That we may all remember That offering divine--

That sacred, holy off'ring, By man least understood,
To have our sins remitted And take his flesh and blood,
That we may ever witness The suff'ring of thy Son,
And always have his Spirit To make our hearts as one.

When Jesus, the Anointed, Descended from above
And gave himself a ransom To win our souls with love--
With no apparent beauty, That man should him desire--
He was the promised Savior, To purify with fire.

How infinite that wisdom, The plan of holiness,
That made salvation perfect And veiled the Lord in flesh,
To walk upon his footstool And be like man, almost,
In his exalted station, And die, or all was lost.